I can hardly believe it’s nearly the end of April. The month got away from me as it so often does. I thought I had lots of time for projects before I leave for a short vacation. I was going to plant the tomatoes. I was going to weed the beds. I was planning on trying my hand at making Maeve another dress and finishing a baby quilt for a dear friend. I accomplished none of this. That’s not too surprising, however. I often find myself running out of time leaving a path of half-finished projects and a trail of sticky cheerios in my wake.
And, what else? I just realized Cinco De Mayo is right around the corner. I discovered this by accident. I was going back and forth with a friend of mine in an effort to schedule an extremely important and long-coveted meatball making event for May. It turned out the 5th of May was the only day in the near future on which all parties could meet for the meatball olympics. The 5th day of May sounded familiar. Why? Oh, right, it’s Cinco De Mayo. I stared at the calendar for just a moment weighing the meatballs…





